Ordinary Little Golden Dragon

Swordsman Orun stood complexly outside the Dragon Basin, holding a black object in his left hand.

Under the action of the hidden magic formation, the Dragon Basin is a volcano from the outside.

If Oren didn't already know that this was his destination, he would definitely miss it, "Is this your sincerity?"

"Can you feel it? This place is dangerous." The strange voice of the black robe fluttered in the wind.

Olen held the hilt of his waist. "Why can't you help? I've endured you for a long time."

"Did I not help you find the dragon? Or did you not hide the trace?" The teasing voice echoed in Oren's ears.

够 "Enough!" Oren pulled out the sword excitedly for a short period, and the legendary sword glowed with a dangerous cold light, "You know what I'm talking about."

Although Oren was very angry, the attitude of the weird black robe did not change. "Is it so difficult to admit that you are afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. I have too much on my shoulders, so I can't be cautious." Oren pulled the sword completely out of the scabbard and laid it across his chest. "Last time, say all your plans. I'm not stupid Just rush in. "

"It's really a pity. I want to see you explode to ash after a‘ 嘣 ’sound ... Although the golden dragon will also be blasted piece by piece.” The weird voice floated in the wind.

"Crazy." Swordsman Oren spit on the ground, "I have no mood to play with you, say it!"

Uh ...

Jinlong's process of fixing mansion space reached the most critical moment.

It is very difficult to fix such a large space to a carriage. An ordinary eighth-level mage can never do it.

But Bru is not an ordinary eighth-level mage. First of all, in the slumber that just passed, his mage level quietly came to nine; secondly, the magical knowledge that the dragon mage usually came into contact with was accumulated by Long Island for tens of thousands of years. That's why he has the confidence to accomplish such a great cause.

However, Bruce failed.

"What's this?" Brue, who was concentrating on her spellcasting, was distracted by something.

A black dragon scale fluttered into the Dragon Basin fluttering strange energy fluctuations.

[So familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere. ] Liang also realized this.

诶 诶 诶 [诶 诶 诶 ...] The process of making a moving dragon nest immediately became unstable after being distracted. The dragon's two claws swinged up and down and left and right to make it stabilize again.

[focus! This is the result that I have spent more than ten days. If you mess up with me and you! ] Liang was also anxious, and actually threatened the dragon.

Ranbulu wanted to refute Liang, but the situation changed ... The dragon scales that had just floated in fell on his tail.

[This feeling, this is ... Liang, Morton! ] Jinlong didn't have much time to think. He had no time to inform Liang and disappeared in the Dragon Basin.

The space magic that lost the dragon's control quickly disintegrated, releasing a lot of energy. These energies impacted the defensive magic array on the periphery of the Dragon Basin and caused a shocking explosion.

I saw a mushroom cloud appear in the non-extinguishing mountain group, and the Dragon's Basin in the middle of the explosion turned into a huge pothole. But to be honest, this place is more like a basin.

Uh ...

[J! I am going to kill him! ] Once the results of working so long are ruined, Liang loses his mind.

【Beam, calm down. The situation here is not so good ...] Jin Long's vertical pupil widened and was stunned by the sight in front of him.

Under the dark sky, the pale yellow Gobi desert spread to the horizon, and the margin was not visible.

The roar of the sand-dust waterfall came from a distance, and the gusts of wind indicated that it was approaching quickly.

伦 Oren, wearing chain mail, stood in front of the dragon, lowering her head in silence.

Very weird is that Jinlong can see things normally in this almost dull environment and can distinguish their colors.

所以 [So, it's a good thing he did. ] Calm down. The message from Liang is very depressing. He is still cold steel just like a burning flame.

Bruce turned her head and stared at Oren with one eye. "... I've been trying to avoid direct conflict with you."

"Me too." The swordsman kept his head down and replied, "Adelaide, Monica, they have a reason for killing you, they are not as good as you, and they are deserved to kill you, and they deserve it."

那么 "So, why did you invite me?" The dragon accentuated the word "please," for fear that the swordsman could not hear the meaning of irony.

"I really have no reason to stop you from killing them." Oren said calmly. "When Adelaide died, let me not avenge you. For him and Tanger City, I chose forbearance. Monica's The thing ... I didn't know. If I hadn't read Adelaide's research notes, I wouldn't know that Tulong Square is near Tanger City. "

"What on earth do you want to say? If you want to chat, you can come to visit, you don't need to 'invite' me here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Bru can feel the killing in the calm of Oren, [the magic circle blocked here , The connection between the half plane and the main plane is blocked.]

[That's troublesome ... Can we still ask Isaac for help? ] Although very angry, Liang didn't think they could beat Oren.

【Can only fight. The dragon's response was brief.

"I'm here to challenge you." Oren looked up, looking directly into the dragon's eyes. The legendary swordsman took off his right-handed glove and threw it to the ground. "I challenged Dragon Brue in the name of a friend and a father."

"Ha, if you want to kill me, just kill it directly. Don't be so hypocritical." The dragon regarded Oren's aristocratic etiquette as hypocritical. "If I were you, I would bite directly and burn the enemy's body to ashes. "

Olen ignored the pride of the dragon, and continued, "This duel is only a matter between me and the dragon, Bru, and it does not involve my family and my city. This battle will be divided into life and death."

The swordsman pulled out his sword and raised his sword again.

The sand-dust waterfall is close at hand, pulling a brownish-yellow light gauze between the dragon and the swordsman, blocking the view.

The wind screamed, and the two sides were unmoved.

Olen will not move first, he is waiting for the dragon's answer; Brue is thinking, he is looking for a way to defeat the legend.

But they cannot drag on forever.

"We dragons don't have to fight duel ..." In the brown sand storm, the figure of Jinlong completely disappeared. "But if you want to fight, then fight."

的 The swordsman Olen who got a positive reply disappeared immediately, and once again appeared on top of the dragon.

He held the sword in both hands-a sword full of fire-like spirits with a jump of flames-straight down to Bru's neck!